Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's not exactly Pulitzer material.

- The time loop. - Time loop?

She didn't look like that earlier.

There's this... There's this guy, this creature.

Don't say a word. I don't want to talk about it.

It's gonna be a great Christmas.

I wish he were here.

Oh, I understand.

We lose our farm, our home.

I mean, this whole second honeymoon was his idea.

I can't say it forward.

Not this year. But I'm looking forward to Christmas dinner at your house tomorrow.

...I don't mean to pressure you. I'm sorry.

If only there were more like him.

Lois is learning how to just relax and enjoy the holidays.

...the first honeymoon was worse because he showed up for that one.

Jimmy, I have it on good authority that she's not exactly herself today.

He's moving northeast and fast.

...and the railing must have just given way.

I can only think of one other person that works on Christmas Eve.

Your mother... Your mother's giving up on us.

- Why? - To get rid of hope.

Hey, Mom, Dad...

- The bank covers us. We're fine, son. - Okay.

Your gratitude is enough.

It's that moment just as I bust through the interdimensional vortex.

So have they, and so have you.

World conquest. Tall order.

- Bedford Street Children's Home's on fire. - Hurry.

I know, I know. As far as I can tell...

...but right this second...

Since the games were beginning...

Then you know that I'm a multi-billionaire. I own this high-rise.

And each time it does, the people out there lose a little more hope.

- Jonathan! - Dad!

It's just the way you look at it, that's all. You view Christmas like it's a chore.

I can't do it anymore, Jonathan. I can't constantly reassure you.

- But I'm sure it's a loop. - A loop.

Well, that's the holidays for you. Repetitive, hollow.